Patience (Nicholls Sheila)

Patience a silent virtue I don't want to hurt you Reflex to old imprinting Your eyes are squinting And it seems I'm not what you wanted me to be Now I know I'm not what I said that I was I just wanted this to be true, I'm not sure where I went But you deserve someone more innocent I searched for reasons to it Four seasons through it You came quite unexpected So unprotected And it seems I'm not what you wanted me to be Now I know I'm not what I said that I was I just wanted this to be true, I'm not sure where I went But you deserve someone more innocent I'll just prove to myself that I cannot be trusted Maybe I'm too much like my father And if you knew him you would know He's still searching for his mother And every other but mine Whatever is still searching in him Is still searching in me 'Cause I'm still looking for here albeit vicariously We spoke with such conviction Imprisoned freedom